Rebecca caught your heart on a summer breeze.

Jun 14, 2015 22:47

Welcome to Summer 2015, which I guess will be known in the future as the summer when Rebecca binge-watched The Good Wife. We still don't get many TV channels, and since I don't have the The Golden Girls anymore, I let Sara talk me into binge-watching this. We're almost done with the first season right now, and it's been pretty good. "You won't call me, and we won't have lunch" has entered into my lexicon. (It's actually very fitting when talking about Mom. She was supposed to visit this weekend, but to nobody's surprise, she never actually did.)

Memorial Day was my first weekday off work since January 1! (I never did get a full snow day, just a few snow half-days. Ugh.) I celebrated the weekend with nachos and... a trip to Yogurt Mountain! I had not been to a Yogurt Mountain since we moved to this state over two years ago, and I could not have been more excited! I knew there was one in this city, but I never knew exactly where it was, and it took a long time before I really got a good sense of direction here. In my hometown, we lived really close to the YoMo and I used to go there all the time. It was so great going back. Everything was exactly the same as I remembered. Their marshmallow cream is the best topping ever. I've already been back a few times since Memorial Day.

Memorial Day overlapped with Shavuot this year, and I attended the late-night study class at my temple. (It's traditional to eat dairy foods on Shavuot, which is why the other reason why I was so happy to go to YoMo. The temple served cheesecake, which I've never really liked.) It was a really interesting study session. We studied the three different versions of the Ten Commandments (Jewish, Catholic, and Protestant). Rabbi B asked if anyone knew what the Catholic justification was for removing the second commandment, and I know I learned that in Catholic high school, but I couldn't remember. Nobody else knew, either.

Last summer was so wonderfully mild, but this one has already felt way too hot to me (and made me really miss having a ceiling fan). Last weekend, I worked a craft-beer fundraiser for the animal shelter. The day started out pleasantly overcast, but then the sun came out, and I almost melted! I had to keep going back to the root beer/non-alcoholic bar. Fortunately, the dog I was trying to close the deal on, Lupita, was a big black dog who wanted to stay in the shade as much as I did.

A note on the plants in our window-box and back porch: the petunia that I bought on Mother's Day is still doing fine. My cornflower seedling is still alive, but it seems to have stopped growing. Sara just planted some mint, watermelon, and strawberry seeds, and already has several tall watermelon shoots.

confessions of a junk food addict, holidays, summer

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